His name is Blissful Spring.
His name is Compassion.
His name is Love.
His name is on the lips and in the hearts of all of us here.
No matter the weather,
his sun shines within us.
Clouds cannot hide it
nor rain dampen it.
Bright sunshine reminds us of him.
In the morning, we rise in his light,
in the evening, we rest in his grace.
We are the blessed ones
who have found the eternal spring.
May we grow in his garden,
nurtured by his tender care,
blooming to our potential,
in our own Blissful Spring.
